Quotes About Rebellion

An angry artist tells people what (he thinks) they need to hear. A hungry artist tells people what (he thinks) they want to hear.

I like your anger, ' the Hag said mildly. 'I like your resistance. It makes you less than courteous, but altogether more interesting.

People say graffiti is ugly, irresponsible and childish... but that's only if it's done properly.

Graffiti is one of the few tools you have if you have almost nothing.

Art is all about doing what you shouldn't.

I'm a sworn enemy of convention. I despise the conventional in anything, even the arts.

If I paint like a barbarian, it's because we live in a barbarous age

It is not enough to deface the Mona Lisa because that does not kill the Mona Lisa. All art of the past must be destroyed.

Is graffiti art or vandalism? That word has a lot of negative connotations and it alienates people, so no, I don't like to use the word 'art' at all.

I have forced myself to contradict myself in order to avoid conforming to my own taste.

Art, in fact, can be nothing but violence, cruelty and injustice.

Should # graffiti be judged on the same level as modern art? Of course not: It's way more important than that

Art is what you can get away with.

I don't listen to punk any more, unless it's right before I play. Not that I don't like it, it's nostalgic. But, it's for kids and it should be it's not art, it's expression.

Launch your boat, blessed youth, and flee at full speed from every form of culture.

Sleep with rockstars...Support the arts.

Art made tongue-tied by authority.

It's a new art form, showing people how little we care.

You got blood on your face, you big disgrace, waving your banner all over the place.

I personally always hated Pop art.

Basically the message is: Steal It! Art, music, culture, the odd book and the slab of cheese... the new will be built upon the ruins of the old.

Thou art the Mars of malcontents.

Everything is permitted, everything is allowed, and all our Gods we have outwitted, we are running with the crowd.

In the waking dreams our societies permit, in our myths, our arts, our songs, we celebrate the nonbelongers, the different ones, the outlaws, the freaks.